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Jonathan Cujoh's Apartment, Ueno, Tokyo, 9:35PM

Angela Ziegler had many things to worry about, many more than she was used to dealing with. She looked down at her phone to see a missed call from Vivian Chase, a woman from Canada that she was having an on-and-off relationship with for many years now. Angela unlocked her phone and took a peak at their message history, and instantly she felt a sadness swell up within her heart. She clearly wasn't into it that much, despite how eager Vivian was about the whole thing. Angela knew that Vivian had never met another woman like her, nobody who could understand her as well as Angela did. Angela really didn't care though. It was one of many flings she had after entering university around eight years ago. Many men and women found themselves beside Angela Ziegler in the bedroom, but she would never spend more than a night at most with any of them…except Vivian. Maybe it was her honesty. Maybe it was her exotic looks. Maybe it was the way she could make Angela feel things she never felt before sexually. Maybe it was just how much Vivian reminded her of Lena.
She typed in "I'll call you tomorrow, things are quite busy here at the minute. Sorry for ghosting you for so long, I'll make it up to you". She felt disgusted with herself sending that message. Not because of Vivian, but because of how she'd been so dishonest with Vivian for years now, sleeping with other people behind her back, most of them people she wouldn't be caught dead with in public.
"I'm no better than anyone else I guess…" she said, a small tear forming in the crevice of her left eyelid. Wiping her eyes, she went back to her phone's home screen and took a glance at the clock. It was just after 9:30, Jonathan said he'd be home around nine…maybe he was still having food? He's never usually late at all, and if he was going to stay out I'd figure he'd text me but…her thoughts began to wander. She'd never met the woman known as Kiriko Kamori, but knowing Jonathan's previous relationships, she couldn't help but worry. Even if what Jonathan said about her was true, she couldn't help but feel nervous given the events of the past. I just hope he's not getting himself in over his head…she thought.

But Jonathan wasn't over his head at all. If anyone was, it was Kiriko.

Outside Kiriko Kamori's Apartment, Ueno, Tokyo, 9:30PM

"Thanks for agreeing to come back with *hic* me, Jonnnathann~!" said the very drunk Kiriko, clinging on to the arm of the less drunk but now anxiety filled arm of Jonathan Cujoh, who was unsure of why he agreed to even do this in the first place. It's just until we get to her door, I'll make sure she gets in safely, and then I'll go back home. It's only a five minute walk from here anyways he thought as they began walking up the staircase on the outer edge of the building, towards the apartments on the fifth floor where Kiriko lived.
"Well I wouldn't be much of a good guy if I didn't make sure you got *sic* home safely!" he said cheerfully, trying to gently set Kiriko up for the eventual let down. "I knnnnew you were a good guy heheheh!" she said, giggling to her heart's content as they finally reached the fifth floor. After reaching room 504, Kiriko came to a stop and fumbled around her pockets for her key, which she (thankfully, thought Jonathan) did not lose. After screwing around with the key, she inserted it into the keyhole on the door, but hesitated to actually open it.

"Jonathan…do you, uhm…*hic*...w-wanna come in?" she said in a confident yet hesitant tone. Her words took him aback for a moment. He told himself that he wouldn't, no, couldn't do this. He wasn't ready. He knew she wasn't ready either, not for what he thought she had in mind for them.
"Kiriko, look, we only just met yesterday, you're really *hic* nice but…don't you think we're going a bit quick here?" he said, rubbing his right thumb against his inner palm, trying to calm himself down a bit. He could feel that familiar darkness and uncertainty crawl itself up along his back as he stared at her now somewhat dejected looking face. She briefly let out a sigh, looked up at him and smiled.
"Yeah…you're right, but still, I wanna show you something" her eyes pleaded with him, begging him to reconsider.
"Ah, what is it? I still don't know if going inside is a good id-" she unlocked the door and dragged him inside, closing it quickly afterward.
"Kiriko, what the hell?" he said in a raised tone of voice as she turned on her lights, revealing a rather small but well decorated (with what else but plenty of fox themed decor) two room apartment with a divider separating what was assumedly the main room from the bedroom.
"Like I said, I wanna show you something *hic*, it'll be quick I prommmise!" she said eagerly, and feeling like he had no choice, Jonathan removed his shoes and followed Kiriko into the apartment proper. The first thing to hit him was the smell of lavender and cinnamon, a sweet sensation that he'd rarely felt before. Is this the perfume she was wearing? he thought as he looked over at Kiriko, who seemed to be fumbling with a box she was somewhat struggling to carry. He hurried to her side and grabbed one side of the box, accidentally holding one of her hands in the process.
"A-Arigatou…" she said in a soft voice, blushing as they walked over to the nearby table that was low to the floor.
"No problem, but you'd better start explaining yourself" he said sternly. Kiriko looked at him, frightened momentarily by his words, before beginning to open the box in front of them.
"S-so at dinner, I noticed that *hic* you kinda refused to talk a lot about yourrrself, so I thought that off I showed you *hic* something personal, you'd wannnna open up a bit more." She said, fumbling around the box before taking out two items, both individually wrapped in a pure white cloth that resembled the shrine maiden outfit she wore at the café the day before.
"So, I don't just show these to anyone JUST so you knnnow Mister Translatorrr! You'd better appreciate this moment" she said with a confident grin as she unveiled the two items beneath the cloth pieces.
"Uhh…a Kunai knife and Ofuda?" Jonathan looked at them, slightly confused. THIS is what she was building up to? I thought it was going to be something more…intimate, he thought.
"These aren't just ANY Kunai! They're specially made for me by my grandmother. My family, at least on my mothers side, are from a long line of people who act as protectors of the people. Under the guidance of the Fox Spirit, the Ofuda are printed with the Kanji for "health" and "light", purified by the Sun itself! Hey, don't giggle at me mister!" she began petulantly punching the amused Jonathan, bemused by Kiriko's passion.
"No, no I'm not making fun of you, I swear. *hic* I think it's actually quite, *ahem* cute that you have this passion about these things. I guess that explains why your mom's a police officer, right?" he said, calming down slightly, both in his laughter and his anxiety now that he knew Kiriko didn't have any ulterior motives.
"Well *hic* yeaaah I guess, but she did that mostly to protect me…" she said, as she sat down, beckoning Jonathan to sit beside her, which he did.
"A, ehm, few years ago, I got into trouble with a Yakuza gang called the Hashimoto. I didn't even realise it but, they were after me and my mom for a debt my dad owed them, that bastard" she said with pure venom in her voice, the bite of which eliminated any remnants of a drunken stupor from her mind. "I had to leave school because of it and went into hiding while my mom trained every day to protect me…but I couldn't let her bear the weight of our family by herself. I had to train myself, work my body into a place where I could be able to defend myself. I may not look strong, Jonathan, but" she turned her had to face him, and in her eyes he could see a determination he hadn't seen in a woman in a very long time
"...I will stop those Hashimoto bastards from hurting those I care for!" she said, taking his hand into hers, holding it with a steady grip. Her eyes, an unnatural purple colour, bewitched him, her conviction freezing him in place, amazed at how open and true her emotions were.
"These Kunai, these Ofuda…they represent years of pain and suffering…but I overcame that, Jonathan, because I found people I cared for" he hand gently clasped his jaw and cheek, stroking it softly. "They gave me the power, wisdom and courage to follow my own path, one where I can protect Mom, the café, hell, even all of Tokyo!...Okay, maybe not ALL of Tokyo but you know what I mean! The point is…you can trust me, because I will protect you from that pain that I know is residing in you."
A small gasp could be heard from Jonathan's mouth. a flood of memories flashed before his eyes, memories of Aki, memories of Lena, memories of Jack…memories of Hana Song. Her smile. Her embrace. Her kind words. Her cherry flavoured lipstick. Her cherry blossom perfume. Her knife etching her name into his che-
"Look at me, Jonathan."
"Stay with me tonight. Tell me about your pain. Take that weight from your shoulders, let me carry some of it for you."
"Kiriko I-"
"I'm not asking you to sleep with me or anything. I want to know more about you, Jonathan. I'm interested in you. I'm not even afraid to say I might like you, but I too want to do this the right way and for me that means we need to be open right from the start. So, please, what is this weight on your heart?"
"I-, agh, where do I even begin…" Jonathan said, unsure of how Kiriko would react. "It's…hard to remember…no, not hard, but more like, I've been trying for years, and years, and years to forget everything about what happened back then. It's probably going to sound like a fucked up action thriller movie…but for me, it was like living in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. I'll tell you in a second, I just gotta text my roommate and tell them I won't be back tonight…" he said, quickly messaging Angela, who was probably a bucket full of nerves right now, the news that he was staying with Kiriko.
"And done. Sorry about that…now then…"

And so, Jonathan Cujoh, with abundant anxiety, began to tell the tale of his life, starting on that fateful day eight years ago, when Hana Song walked into his life.

Cujoh Apartment, 10:30PM

Angela's anxiety almost arrived at Jonathan levels, waiting for his return for the last hour or so. "Where is that damn man?" she said, pacing back and forth in the apartment. With the revelation that Hana was possibly still alive fresh in her mind, she wondered endlessly if Hana would even go after Jonathan again. What was the point of potentially staging a suicide? How did she do it? That was what was annoying Angela the most. How did Hana Song, who apparently died on impact, survive? Angela, to take her mind off Jonathan's whereabouts, decided to open her work laptop. There had to be an answer, or at the very least, a hint somewhere about how this could have happened. They had a positively identified body, the evidence was practically irrefutable but then why would McCree even tell Hanzo and Angela to try and investigate this in the first place?

"Maybe I should call him, I never asked why he had that goddamn hunch to begin with" as she opened her phone and dialled in McCree's number, the ringing noise played out five times before he answered, which to Angela felt like an exhausting eternity.

"Ahh, Ms. Ziegler, to what do I owe the pleasure of having your company for this afternoon…or evenin' I suppose in yer circumstance" his southern American twinged accent called out from the phone's earpiece.
"Hey, look, I never asked you and maybe you told Hanzo and Genji but I feel like such an idiot for not inquiring sooner but…why did you have that hunch about Hana still being alive? It's been bothering me all evening and even while looking at the files you've sent me and the test data, it's not adding up as to how she even survived in the first place." she said, scrolling the laptop's screen through pages upon pages of medical documents in Japanese, English, German and Korean.

"Heh, I was wonderin' what was takin' you so long Ziegler, I'd thought that maybe you figured it out yerself!" he chuckled over the phone.
"This isn't funny Jesse, this is serious" she wasn't in the mood for any of his games or tomfoolery tonight.
"Yer right, sorry Ziegler" he let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, when I found out about Song's death, I couldn't believe how it happened, and based on what Dr. Vaswani was telling me, she didn't seem like the kind of person who would do that. Vaswani was one hundred percent certain that she'd managed to get Song's personalities in check to the point that she was okay with letting Hana out on her own and living her life normally again. Her and Brigitte thought it wouldn't be an issue since Bigshot, Jonathan I mean, had moved away to Japan and all. But I guess someone, probably Brigitte, must have let it slip to Song that Cujoh was in Tokyo for university."

"I guess that explains why she was here but it doesn't explain anything about the body or how'd she survived"
"I was gettin' to that. It's the reason I called y'all in the first place. I had completely put it in the back of my mind, it was almost insignificant until I saw a random tweet about it come up on Twitter that made me incredibly unsure about it. I know you felt it too when you saw the initial medical report." He was right. That report never sat right with Angela, but she couldn't connect the dots as to why.

"And then it hit me, Ziegler. It was so obvious, but I had to get you and Hanzo to make sure because I didn't want it to be true, in one sense."
"What McCree? Just spill it out already!" Angela said, getting agitated now.

"Eight years ago, Song's sister Jiyeon, that K-Pop star, disappeared. She's still missing, I know because the tweet I saw was one of those "on this day" tweets reporting about it."
"What's her sister got to do with anything?" Angela asked.
"Google a photo of her, I'm surprised you don't know what she looks like" he said with a sigh.
"I don't get what this has to do wi-" as soon as she saw Jiyeon's face, Angela's mouth and eyes widened. Her breath began to stagger as she looked at full body photos.
"Her eyes…her face…her height…her figure…"
"That's right. Ziegler."
"She's almost like Hana's identical twin.
"Then you don't think?" Angela said, an uncomfortable feeling beginning to wash over her body.
"Yeah."
"It wasn't Hana that died."
"It was Jiyeon."

Elsewhere in Tokyo, specific location unknown

"I-I'm telling you, I had the money! I was on my way to deliver it to you yesterday, I promise!" the man, roughly in his late 40's, grovelled on the ground at the person in front of him. The person in question, dressed in a formal black suit with a white shirt and black tie with black leather high heels, lit up a cigarette and placed it in their mouth. After taking a puff of it, they exhaled deeply, letting the warmth of the nicotine and smoke take over their senses. Upon gently placing the small cigarette into their mouth again, they removed a hair bobbin from their right wrist and tied up their long brown hair into a high ponytail, before bending down to face the man, still whimpering and groveling, at eye level.
"Mr. Yoshida, I'm afraid that ain't good enough. Sorry isn't going to cut it for you either this time. You had your three chances" the person in the suit, a woman in her mid twenties, took another puff of her cigarette before throwing it beside the man's hands. Before he could even register the cigarette beside his hand, her heel dug into his right hand, causing a searing, sharp pain to travel throughout his arm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed out, but to no avail. Nobody was around, nobody dared come to this part of town, they knew the kind of people and businesses that were run here.
"You and your whores in that soapland aren't doing me or my bosses any favours by not making any money, Mr. Yoshida!" she said, stamping on his hand with every word that left her mouth, before stomping her heel into his eye. She picked up her cigarette, still ignited and warm, and bent down. The man named Yoshida tried to run, but she was too quick for him, her reflexes like that of a hare.
"See Yoshida-san, I need results, and if I don't bring my boss back something tonight, she's gonna be pissed the hell off, and I can't have that. I have shit I need to do, you understand?" she said, placing the cigarette right in front of Yoshida's eye.
"Oh? You're worried about this? Oh don't worry, I'm not interested in your eye, that's just a joke!" she said, laughing at him. She threw the cigarette butt back to the ground before stomping it out and unsheathing a small sword from beneath her suit coat.
"P-PLEASE! JUST ANOTHER WEEK, THE HASHIMOTO HAVE ALWAYS BEEN GOOD TO ME AS I HAVE TO THEM, JUST ANOTHER WEEK PLEASE, I BEG OF Y-"
"I don't need your begging. I enjoy making insufferable men like you beg but it doesn't quite scratch the same itch…" she said, placing the sharp blade against his chest
"...as the feeling of flesh being cut up by my little friend Cujoh here" she smiled menacingly before swiftly slicing Yoshida's hands off, his screaming echoing throughout the alleyway, but to no avail. She continued to attack him constantly until the life was gone from his body and there was nothing but dismembered pieces everywhere.
"Tch, what a mess, but Ms. Hashimoto will be happy I guess…" she said as she began to dispose of most of the pieces of the body in a conveniently placed furnace nearby, before heading indoors to a nearby building to wash herself off. Her suit and shirt were miraculously unblemished, minus her shoes and tie, which she thankfully thought were an easy enough job to clean up, She took the one remaining rubbish bag, containing Yoshida's right hand and identification cards and placed it on her motorbike before looking down at her sword, still covered in blood.
"I wonder…" she mumbled out, as she placed the bloody blade on her tongue, licking it clean.

"No…nothing like Jonathan's…he truly is a one of a kind man…" said Hana Song, looking towards the night sky as she drove off towards her bosses hideout, with a smile, another collection having been (to her) more or less successful. Her thoughts filled with the joy of having finally found the one love in her heart, her beloved Jonathan Cujoh, by pure coincidence only the day before near the train station not too far from where she was headed now.

Her destiny to be re-united to the man that, in her fractured and twisted mind, was her husband, was coming closer and closer.

(Authors Note: Well then, the major players and pieces are starting to come together. Jonathan and Kiriko share an intimate moment together as Angela has a shock revelation. Hana's destiny and dreams become clear as she's determined to make Jonathan her love once again. We're still a long way from the end but almost all of the major players are here now. What will Jonathan and Kiriko's conversation lead to? How does Angela tell Jonathan that the demon from his past is still alive? Speaking of which, what's Hana's next move? Find out next time! Thanks for reading, please keep reviews coming! They mean the world to me guys. Hope you all are enjoying the story so far!)